There are endless possibilities in this patch of rocky earth. Each stone is so different, so brilliant in its shape, size, and texture. And so, I realize there are so many possibilities in life, too. This reality of mine, which seems so very important to me at the moment, is just a product of my mind. But, I know in my heart there is a vastness, something so transcendent that I actually hope I never understand in a rational way. It gives me hope to even remember that there are other truths in this life, that my egotisical reality is not all there is. It gives me hope that for a time I will be able to find myself within the heart of something far greater than I have ever imagined.

There is a path, like a wish or a dream. Something so immaterial, so serene. Something like a raindrop dancing its way across time.

A whisper of love so tender, so sublime.

Time spins eternally, sometimes so unmercifully. Sometimes I tread obligingly, sometimes I stand still barely noticing, sometimes I cling against its force with bitter tenacity.